Stop confusing prestige with power. Don’t wait for someone else to give you permission to be potent. The gods aren’t going to tell you what to do.
from Neferura, by Malayna Evans
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Jazz is everything in New Orleans. Not the buttoned-up kind where folks sit politely or stand behind podiums. New Orleans jazz curves and swerves. A map so twisty it can only be real. Strumming banjos, slapping washboards, banging piano keys, thrashing trumpets and trombones and who the fuck knows what else. It all melts together and people cannot get enough.
from Scorched Grace (Sister Holiday Mystery #1) by Margot Douaihy
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